Chapter 205: Blood is boiling, control the white moonlight

"Oh my God!"

Xiao Na's eyes widened in shock, "Computer monitoring data shows that Brother Lang's car is running at a speed of 358 kilometers per hour?!"

"Isn't this too exaggerated?"

Xiao Lei, the team technician, was surprised and said, "Yes! There must be something wrong with the sensor of the Suzuki racing car driven by Mr. Lin. You know, in the MotoGP motorcycle competition, the world record for the highest speed is only 348 kilometers per hour!"

Hei Zai was shocked and said, "Oh my God! Brother Lang, an amateur racer, drove a motorcycle racing car at a speed that exceeded the average speed of the F1 arena. This is unscientific! "

"Brother Lang killed the BOSS in seconds with a speed that exceeded the world record of the MotoGP motorcycle race. Isn't this too crazy?" Xiaona wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Hei Zai couldn't believe his eyes. He kept operating the computer with the mouse and said in amazement: "There must be something wrong with the monitoring data. If Brother Lang's car speed really exceeds that of the boss, it's a bit outrageous!"

"Uh..." My friend and I were stunned.

at the same time.

The team coach, Lao Ma, was standing beside the track under the scorching sun, holding a stopwatch. He heard a "buzz" sound and a roar coming from far away.

Lin Lang was seen driving a Suzuki motocross bike and suddenly rushed out on the track at a speed that was jaw-droppingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Lang's motorcycle surpassed Zhou Mengyao's Suzuki chariot at an incredible speed, like a flash of lightning across the sky.

Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao both ride Suzuki racing motorcycles. Since the main sponsor of the Mengyao Racing Club is Suzuki Motorcycle, the special racing motorcycles used by the Mengyao Club for training and competition must be Suzuki racing motorcycles.

The team coach, Lao Ma, was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He said in shock: "Oh my God! How is this possible?"

The team coach Lao Ma rubbed his eyes, and only then did he dare to believe that a king of extreme speed and wind-breaking ability had emerged on the track training ground of the Mengyao Motorcycle Club.

Because Lin Lang was wearing a helmet, the team coach Lao Ma had no idea who he was. He quickly held the intercom and asked, "Hei Zai, is it the champion of the MotoGP or WSBK race, coming to our Mengyao Racing Club to race?"

Hei Zai turned on the microphone of his headset and answered truthfully: "Ma Tou, he is not the champion of MotoGP. He came to our Mengyao Racing Club to race."

The team coach, Lao Ma, held the intercom and said in astonishment, "If he wasn't the champion of an international competition and came to our Mengyao Racing Club to show off his racing skills, then what was that thing that just flew by?"

Hei Zai replied with an exaggerated expression while wearing a headset: "It was Boss's boyfriend Lin Lang. He borrowed a racing car from our club and said he wanted to be Boss's sparring partner to improve Boss's training results."

The coach of the team couldn't help but swear, and said in shock: "Fuck! Hei Zai, are you serious? Mr. Lin has never received professional motorcycle racing training, how could he be faster than the boss?"

"Ma Tou, we are all shocked. We are all confused now!"

When the team coach Lao Ma heard Hei Zai's answer on the intercom, he was so shocked that his scalp went numb. He asked hurriedly, "Tell me Mr. Lin's racing computer data, what is his average speed?"

Hei Zai replied truthfully through the headset: "According to the computer monitoring data, Brother Lang's car's average speed is as high as 358 kilometers per hour!"

The team coach Lao Ma was shocked and said, "Oh my God! Mr. Lin's average speed actually broke the world record of the MotoGP race?!"

Hei Zai replied: "Yes, Ma Tou, could there be something wrong? Is there something wrong with the computer data?"

The team coach, Lao Ma, was so shocked that he was speechless. He watched from afar as Zhou Mengyao tried to catch up, frantically twisting the accelerator of the Suzuki, turning sideways, and taking technical turns at full speed, fiercely chasing Lin Lang's flying car.

"Buzz..."

At this time, Zhou Mengyao was aroused with fighting spirit. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to catch up with Lin Lang's motorcycle. With only two perfect full-speed turns, she caught up with Lin Lang who was speeding at lightning speed.

"Om..."

Lin Lang, who was full of passion, also felt the pressure from behind.

At this crazy motorcycle racing speed, the person is flying in the front and the soul is chasing behind!

It has to be said that Zhou Mengyao is worthy of being the number one female professional racing driver in Asia, and her racing skills are perfect.

Zhou Mengyao is the leader among Asian female motorcycle racers. Professional racers all have a strong desire to win. As the saying goes, you become stronger when facing a stronger opponent. Zhou Mengyao had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the brakes became a decoration.

Zhou Mengyao had unparalleled racing skills. She was very familiar with the track because she was training at her own racing club. Suddenly, she used her superb skills to overtake Lin Lang's car through the corner.

The moment Zhou Mengyao turned the corner at high speed and passed Lin Lang, a beautiful smile appeared on her face under the racing helmet.

"Wuhu..."

Zhou Mengyao held the handlebars with her left hand and stretched out her right hand to make a provocative gesture with her thumb down.

Lin Lang, who was overtaken, saw Zhou Mengyao provocatively using gestures to call him the younger brother. The corners of Lin Lang's mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile.

"Buzz..."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang drove the Suzuki Lapa Sai motorcycle like a tiger and started a thrilling chase with the motorcycle goddess Zhou Mengyao on the track.

Zhou Mengyao couldn't believe that Lin Lang's racing skills had reached the professional level, which gave her a huge sense of oppression.

Even though Zhou Mengyao used all her skills and drove at full speed, Lin Lang's car was still very close and it seemed that he could overtake her at any time.

Although it was called daily training, Zhou Mengyao had already shown the seriousness she would show in an international competition. She chased Lin Lang on the winding track, racing at high speed like in a cat-and-mouse game.

"Buzz... buzz..."

With the roar of the racing engines, the distance between the two cars was getting closer and closer.

Lin Lang leaned forward and merged with the Suzuki motorcycle, as if he had become the embodiment of speed. He tilted his body before the curve to maintain balance, while skillfully adjusting the angle of the car body, preparing to overtake Zhou Mengyao while turning.

"Om..."

When entering the curve, Lin Lang used his amazing racing skills to tilt the motorcycle to the extreme. The tires made a sharp sound when rubbing against the ground, and the body of the motorcycle almost flew close to the ground.

"Buzz..."

In the process of overtaking on the curve, Lin Lang showed excellent control ability. He accurately controlled the throttle and brake to keep the motorcycle stable in the curve while looking for the best time to overtake.

"This guy Lin Lang... is really awesome!" Zhou Mengyao exclaimed inwardly.

Zhou Mengyao concentrated on driving the Suzuki chariot, trying to prevent Lin Lang from overtaking on the curve through technical blocking.

Finally, the opportunity has come!

Lin Lang's driving skills were like a ghost. He suddenly overtook Zhou Mengyao at full speed. Lin Lang's motorcycle racer was like a flash of lightning, and it drove out of the exit of the curve at a high speed, leaving Zhou Mengyao with a look of astonishment.

As soon as he overtook the car and drove out of the curve exit, Lin Lang took the opportunity to step on the accelerator to accelerate, and instantly put some distance between himself and Zhou Mengyao's Suzuki car.

"hateful!"

"Did this guy Lin Lang take stimulants, or is he possessed by the god of cars?" Zhou Mengyao was so shocked that her pupils trembled. She looked at the taillights of Lin Lang's car in disbelief.

"Oh my God! Why is he driving so fast?"

"Isn't this too outrageous?"

Zhou Mengyao bit her lip, readjusted her state, and continued to step on the accelerator to catch up. This spirit of never giving up is very admirable.

The motorcycle racing chase on the training ground became more and more intense, filling the entire track with a tense atmosphere.

"How can this be considered daily racing training?"

"This is even more exciting than the MotoGP championship battle!"

The team coach, Lao Ma, was standing outside the track watching the race and was so shocked by Lin Lang's racing skills that he was petrified.

Everyone in the Mengyao team held their breath, looking forward to the final outcome.

Hei Zai looked at the real-time computer data of the racing car, and was worried for his boss Zhou Mengyao. He said weakly: "There is only one corner left to the finish line. If the boss cannot overtake at the last corner, he will lose to Brother Lang!"

Xiao Na was sweating profusely and frowned as she said, "No! The boss must not lose!"

"This will affect her racing mentality. If she loses to an amateur, it will make the boss doubt her own racing skills!"

Xiao Lei, the team technician, frowned and said, "In a few days, the Tokyo leg of the FIM Women's World Championship will be held. If the BOSS car loses to Mr. Lin, it will not affect the morale of the BOSS in the competition, right?"

After hearing this, Hei Zai said, "Your worries are unnecessary. Not to mention that Brother Lang may not be able to beat the BOSS, even if Brother Lang is truly gifted and has the amazing racing talent to beat the BOSS, he will still let down his guard at the last corner and lose to the BOSS."

Xiaona asked after hearing this: "Why?"

Hei Zai actually replied: "You can always trust Brother Lang's emotional intelligence. He will never do anything to undermine BOSS's racing confidence. The racing results are BOSS's pride that he fought for with his life. Brother Lang loves BOSS so much that he will never personally end BOSS's pride because that is a very cruel thing to do."

"Really?" Xiaona was skeptical.

Hei Zai replied, "Dear, let's make a bet about washing dishes for a month. If I'm right, how about you washing all the dishes at home for the next month?"

Xiao Na frowned and replied, "Okay! I would rather wash dishes at home for three months than see BOSS, Asia's top-ranked female racer, lose to an amateur racer who has never received any racing training."

Xiao Lei, the team technician, reminded: "Now the cars of BOSS and Mr. Lin are very close, the race is very tense, and the last corner is about to be entered. Who will win will be clear soon."

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, as if time had stood still.

The members of the Mengyao team all had solemn expressions, with anxiety and worry on their faces, and they all broke into cold sweats for their boss Zhou Mengyao.